I love my homeland's Irish cider,
There's nothing better in the world than it,
My old grandfather poured
This drink in the early years
When peasants harvest
from juicy apples they gather up
the drink flows over the edge
in the countryside they dance and drink!

I was a pretty wonder,
after 17 springs,
English Knight arrived to us
In the countryside on our holidays
**He sighed, we feared, (?) we didn't hide,
*and I almost went away crying.
But I shouted with my eyes, laughing
That I love only cider!

But cider once became locked up,
In damp church cellars
The king with his retinu visited (or consulted his court)
the Bishop fussed, (ed. literally ran on ears!)
The lousy priest hid the drink.
To him, as he said, the knight knew to toast! (treat?)
The peasants wailed, god saw,
(To me) It had to come to that I had to drag away/steal the barrels, (I had to steal the barrels)

But the little key, the nasty grey monk,
Seized me by my collar
He knew a girl in the dark,
and the englishman announced
and there their nicest king,
from bordom sudenly set up court,
I played the thieve's role
and witch, they wiped me worst on my back

They whipped my legs,
burned my heels with iron.
All, like devils, they were there,
to the last one, they had a good time (were drunk)!
Bug there a famiar face:
The English knigh is also here!
"She was with me in this night!"
He cried out, pulling away (their) whip,
"With you all night? Then marry her!"
The command was a royal decree,
And so whet my life,
in the far away land of the British...

He led to the alter,
He led me to the alter,
And all asked me to forget,
My nasty old customs!
Forty years, I'vn't drunk,
But my man was killed in battle..
Take this can, granddaughter, hurry,
I'll pour with you some cider for us,

I love my homeland's Irish cider,
There's nothing better in the world than it,
My old grandfather poured me
This drink in my early years
When peasants harvest
from juicy apples they gather up
the drink flows over the edge
in the countryside they dance and drink!

I was a pretty wonder,
after 17 springs,
English Knight arrived to us
In the countryside on our holidays
**He sighed, we feared, (?) we didn't hide, he didn't hide his pain
*and he almost went away crying.
But I shouted after him, laughing
That I love only cider!

But cider once became locked up,
In damp church cellars
The king with his retinu visited
the Bishop fussed, (ed. literally ran on ears!)
The lousy priest hid the drink.
To him, as he said, the knight knew to toast! (treat?)he said he needed it to entertain the knights
The peasants wailed, god saw,
(To me) It had to come to that I had to drag away/steal the barrels, (I had to steal the barrels)

But the keeper of the keys, the nasty grey monk,
Seized me by my collar
He knew a girl in the dark,
and the englishman announcedhe told the English
and there their nicest king,
from bordom sudenly set up court,
I played the thieve's role
and witch, they wiped me worstждушей = waiting (for) on my back

They whipped my legs,
burned my heels with iron.
All, like devils, they were there,
to the last one, they had a good time (were drunk)!
Bug there a famiar face:
The English knigh is also here!
"She was with me in this night!"
He cried out, pulling away (their) whip,
"With you all night? Then marry her!"
The command was a royal decree,
And so whet my life,
in the far away land of the British...

He led to the alter,
He led me to the alter,
And all asked me to forget,he kept asking
My nasty old customs!
Forty years, I'vn't drunk,
But my man was killed in battle..
Take this can, granddaughter, hurry,
I'll pour